Feltz Artist - U.O.E.N.O [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Smoking weed till I'm floating in the clouds
You can keep your hoe's I got a girl
I'm ahead of the game your on a trail
I won't slide of I'm on the rails

And you want to live my lifelike
This is real there no lifelines
When shits sour ill find the limelight
I don't sleep when its nightime

I'm sitting up writing down my thoughts
I like her arse south and her face north
You can't see me like I'm a morph
When I die stuff weed in my corpse

One eye open like corsair
She let me pull on her hair
When I elevate she just stair
Her pussy juice taste like pear

Bum like a watermelon
She makes a lot of bitches jealous
She rides like she's reckless
She keeps me up all night she's restless

Back numb man I can't feel it
Give me a beat and I will kill it
If you got the weed you better bill it
You better mop your drink if you spill it

Dreaming of that money
Making love like money
Skinny belly but I'm hungry
I look forward to monday

I look forward to everyday
But I don't know what it will bring today
Your nothing but lose change
Save your money for a rainy day

I don't need your money
Pussy boy don't be funny
Cos when that nina gets cocked back
Your have a pain your tummy

We got that real artilary but we just call it R.A
I'm floating with the stars mate
My dicks her chair
And she can sitdown any day

Cos I get high then I fuck the world
Last night I dreamt I fucked everygirl
People say the weeds making me crazy
Bitch I was born in the hell

So my middle name is devil
I turn her on like a kettle
She smells like flower pettles
She shiny like a gold medal

And she dressed to kill like a rebel
I'm on top of the HQ like devilz
Lifes a surprise like revels
You can get stung and I ain't talking nettles

I'm talking about my B's
So just throw up them b's
What you know about my town
Shout out everyone from buttzy

Even though the hood is nothing but a piece of shit
I still hold it down for my clique
Everyday I smoke on a spliff
Dangling my feet of the cliff

Shades on I can't see the hating
Ill rather write bars then go raving
The ammy gets me shaking
Smoke that weed like I'm jamaican

Man I got to thank wizzy he kept me of the street
Even though it wasn't music that he teached
But I hope that he stays blessed and is proud of me
Like I'm his own son

Still miss my father
I'm running out pass me the charger
Im getting faded like a whiteboard marker
Instead of doing work in school I listend to the carter

And man I'm always getting high
So I don't even listen to these lies
I'm the shit there just flies
In the sky like I glyde

Man I hate a fucking drought
Cos it brings the whole ends down
So when that loudpack comes in
Ima wear it like its a crown

And I ain't copying anyones sound
Ill rob you for your crown
Give that to my girl
And tell her your my world

She wants me to move in
No car but I'm still cruising
Ain't at the top but I'm not loosing
Leave that pussy with bruises

Your napping on me stop snoozing
Smoking on the strong got me woozy
Smoke down on her coochie
And if they ever bring the blunts in I tell let's get fruity

We can fuck the world together
Her mood swings like the weather
She to fly drop me a feather
She can be my side whenever